“No, ma’am, he didn’t. Good rider? Yes’m--morally. Was I pullin’ for him? Shore was. Look at that shirt he’s wearin’. I didn’t want it. No, ma’am, there ain’t no good riders left. They’re all gettin’ so short-legged that we’ll have to breed stock that have got their shoulders four feet nearer their rump. “Ladee-e-e-e-es and gentl’men! Next e-event will be the steer wrasslin’. Yes’m, there’ll be dust--plenty. No, ma’am; nobody will git hurt--not even the S.P.C.A.” [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the October 1, 1927 issue of Adventure magazine.]